Army of One

Ethan stopped the car in the police station parking lot and looked at Chayton, he was calmer than he expected and he didn't move at all, at least he knew how to behave, and well it also had to do with the taser in Emmett's hands that pointed all the time —White Boy, how long are you going to stay watching me? —Chayton asked expressionlessly, as he reached out to spread some blood on the wound without healing in front of him, then put his finger in his mouth and licked it. —Not for long if you're lucky. —I'm going to remind you of the police. —Just don't fall in love with me —Ethan replied nonchalantly, then got out of the car, opened the back door, and said to Chayton, whose eyes seemed to spit fire —. Move your butt and get out of my car. Chayton bit his cheek before getting out of the car. He stood up, a little taller than Ethan.The upper part of his body, covered in native tattoos, was full of knife scars and gunshots. Several passing pedestrians saw Chayton and hurried away, as if they were encountering a ferocious beast.On the other hand, Brock also pressured Chayton's brother, Tommy, to get out of the car. Tommy was not robust, but compared to his brother, he looked like a child. After Emmett got out of the car, the two walked to the police station with the detainees.Ethan didn't realize that, on the bench in front of the police station, a young man dressed in a denim jacket and messy blonde hair was looking at Hood.The young man kept shaking his legs and smoking a cigarette.After hesitating for a moment, he dropped the butt, turned it off, picked up the green military bag at his feet, and crossed the street to the police station.Ethan greeted Alma and then pushed Chayton into the temporary waiting room next to the desk. At that time, several Amish arrived at the police station to provide clues. —Siobhan, Emmett, go with the Amish and take their statements. Ethan, you and Brock go to the interrogation room to see what they can get out of Tommy. I take care of Chayton —Hood quickly ordered his firm and determined tone while distributing the tasks.Ethan closed the door, pushed Tommy directly onto the desk chair, and then sat at the desk next to Brock, looking at him, putting psychological pressure on him.Tommy, nervous, said quickly:— What do you want to do with me?—We just want to ask you a few questions about Lana ColleryThe interrogation room was a cold and austere space, with a single lamp illuminating the sweaty face of Tommy, who was moving nervously in the metal chair. His handcuffed hands clinked slightly each time he moved them, and his panicked eyes scoured the room for a way out.—I did not kill Lana —she repeated desperately, her voice trembling.Ethan watched him from across the table, his eyes fixed on him as if they could penetrate any lie. He stepped forward, creaking his boots onto the concrete floor, and leaned slightly, resting both hands on the table.— Where were you last night, between 8 and 12 at night? —asked calmly, but his gaze left no room for evasions.Tommy scratched his head, avoiding eye contact. After a few seconds of awkward silence, he replied in a trembling voice:—Last night I was drinking with some friends. You can look for them ... they can help me testify.Brock, who stood in the corner of the room with his arms crossed and a harsh expression, released a snort and took a few steps forward.— Friends, huh? —Brock looked at him skeptically —. From what we know, you sent threatening emails to Lana a few days earlier for dating an Amish boy and now she's found dead on the Amish property, that doesn't seem like a coincidence to you.Tommy tensed when he heard the accusation. His eyes widened and he waved his handcuffed hands desperately, tapping the table slightly.— So what? —snapped, its tone rising —. I sent her some emails, but that doesn't mean I killed her. I was pissed off, yes, but I'm not a murderer! —Sweat perllated his forehead as he raised his voice —. Why don't you go find that bastard Amish? He had more reasons to hurt her than I did!Ethan watched him calmly, his face immutable at Tommy's sudden explosion. He let the words float in the air for a moment before continuing, his ice cold tone.—We are not talking about anyone else. We are talking about you. —He leaned a little closer —. The emails you sent were not just threats, Tommy. You said you would make her pay for what she did to you. What did Lana do to make you so ... angry?Tommy opened and closed his mouth several times, as if he were looking for the right words. Fear began to cloud his judgment.—She ... made a fool of me. You know. He threw me out like it was nothing. But that doesn't mean he killed her. I was just ... furious.Brock exchanged a look with Ethan and then hit the table hard, startling Tommy.— That doesn't explain why your phone was tracked near his house the night of his murder! —said Brock, his tone sharp as a knife.Tommy froze, his face turning pale. He stuttered, trying to find an excuse.—That doesn't ... has nothing to do ... I was not near his house ... no ... it was not what it seems ...Ethan took advantage of the moment of weakness. He leaned even closer, his face a few inches from Tommy's.—Look me in the eye and tell me you weren't there, Tommy. Tell me.Tommy swallowed hard, his hands were shaking, and for the first time, he didn't seem to have an answer.The silence lengthened in the interrogation room.At that moment, Ethan saw through the blinds Gordon and a black woman, with a slender figure and impeccable suit, who was rushing into the police station.Ethan looked at Brock and deepened the interrogation.A moment later, someone knocked on the door of the room, Brock came out and saw Alex Longshadow, the chief of the Kinaho tribe, down the hall, had arrived at some point and was looking inside with an expression of annoyance on his face.—Open the damn door now.Alex's angry voice was heard through the door, and Ethan had no choice but to get up and get closer.— What do you think you are doing? Tommy Littlestone is only 17 years old. You are questioning a minor without authorization from his guardians, and furthermore, you do not have the right to arrest him within the territory of the tribe. —Alex yelled at Hood as soon as the door opened.Then he screamed impatiently:—Tommy, you don't have to tell them anything. This ridiculous interrogation will end soon. Come on, come back to me.The speed with which they had reacted surprised Brock, who touched the corners of his mouth before opening Tommy's handcuffs.Alex pulled Tommy out while the attractive black woman quickly followed him, explaining something to Alex.— Who is she? —Ethan asked curiously.—Alison Medina, the new interim district attorney. She was Gordon's ex-assistant. Now that Gordon is the acting mayor, he helped her ascend —Hood sighed before continuing —. How was the interview with Tommy?Brock said:—The time was very short, we did not get useful information. And, according to his reaction, it doesn't seem to be him, he doesn't have the temperament to murder, a crime of passion would have been more violent, she was executed, and tommy doesn't have the courage to do it.At that time, Alison Medding, the newly appointed interim district attorney, approached in high heels and an authoritative aura. With an expression of displeasure on his face, he said:—They had no right to invade the territory of the Kinaho tribe and let alone arrest them. If the investigation into this case is affected by this illegal arrest, Chief Hood, the responsibility will be yours.Hood looked at Gordon, who was standing not far away, and then backed away unceremoniously.—If you want to take responsibility for this, do what you want, but while you give orders from the office, it is my people and I who risk our lives outside, trying to find the murderer.Alison looked at Hood, who had a head injury, and Brock, who was already next to him with a swollen mouth. He pursed his lips silently.Ethan, trying to break the tense silence, looked at Chayton, who was sitting in the detention room.— Alex didn't take Chayton?Alison walked from side to side, her heels echoing on the floor. He replied:—No, Chayton Littlestone has two arrest warrants in nearby Jefferson County. And Mr. Longshadow has no intention of helping you. Tomorrow two of you must transfer it to the Jefferson Police Department.—Mr. Longshadow is not going to sue the station if you never enter the reserve without authorization. Please be sure to follow the procedures when handling things from now on.After saying this, Alison looked at Hood and left the police station along with Gordon, who was following her closely.—How should I say it, this is the best result we could get. —Brock said, tightening his belt before returning to his seat.Siobhan and Emmett, who were nearby, also breathed a sigh of relief and continued their work.After all, this arrest operation had been completely illegal. If Alex had wanted to cause them trouble, no one could have escaped. It was just a matter of who would have to take responsibility.After seeing them leave, Ethan shrugged and returned to his seat.As soon as he drank coffee and took a sip, he saw a young man in a denim jacket standing in the waiting room next to him.— How can I help you?He left his cup and greeted.—I'm looking for Sheriff Hood.The young man, who appeared to be about the same age as Ethan, smiled slightly at him and then called Hood.Not long after the two of them entered the office, Ethan saw Hood close the Sheriff's Office shutters with a nervous look in his eyes.He lit the cigarette with doubts and, after thinking for a moment, he felt that the man now seemed familiar to him. Not long after, Hood left the Sheriff's office with the man and winked at Ethan.Ethan got up and followed him out of the police station.— Is he your friend? —Ethan asked, looking at the blond man sitting in the car who was watching them with curiosity.—He is the son of Lucas Hood —Hood replied, rubbing his temples with evident tiredness.That statement was complicated, but Ethan understood immediately. The young man seemed familiar to him because he was the son of the late Lucas Hood. He vaguely recalled that this boy had caused problems in the past, just like his predecessor. The difference is that, while the father could still find help in the figure of Lucas Hood, his son could only search for a stranger who lived under the identity of his father.Ethan momentarily forgot why Hood's son had come to Banshee and quickly asked:— What do you want to do?Hood shook his head.—It is not yet clear. First I'll take him out to dinner at Sugar's bar, hopefully I can fix this quickly.—So what do you plan to do? —Ethan insisted.—I don't know, but if I need your help I will call you. —Hood replied, worried, as he drove away in his blue truck.Ethan shook his head and returned to the police station.Proctor and Rebecca, after leaving the police station, waited a long time at home without receiving good news from their men. Seeing his niece's confusion, Proctor decided to drive to the Amish gathering place, hoping to find some clue.The Rolls-Royce arrived at the Bowmans' house. Rebecca saw a family figure and opened the door before the car stopped. Proctor waited for Borden to park the car, pursing his lips before getting out of the vehicle.Rebecca screamed several times, but seeing that her mother ignored her, she looked sideways helplessly. He noticed an Amish girl in the distance, rushing with a bamboo basket. It was Pesha, her old good friend, and she quickly ran after her.Proctor, meanwhile, stared at the gray-haired woman who had her back to him and spoke in a deep voice:—You knew Rebecca would be kicked out and end up on the street, but you let him go because you knew I would help her, right? I took her in, gave her food, and bought her a house and took care of your daughter, but you still refuse to look at me.Proctor's sister stopped for a moment before continuing to hang the clothes in her hands.—I'm the only one who can help you now —Proctor said, clenching his teeth — I know you don't consider me as family anymore, but you're still my sister still. Do you really prefer to let Solomon die rather than talk to me?Proctor's sister released the clothes, which fell onto the grass. Slowly he bent down, covering his face with his hands, and began to sob painfully. Proctor sighed, took two steps forward, and just as he was going to touch his sister's shoulder, she got up crying and ran to the house.— Damn! —Proctor was so angry that he kicked the laundry room, clenching his fists, furious at growing up in a group like that.Jadeando turned around with the intention of returning to the car, but saw the Amish working on the farm rushing. Behind them, several trucks chased after them, while the occupants in the rear boxes shouted and brandished sticks.The Amish do not believe in violence, so more than twenty men who worked on the farm retired to the Bowmans' house, seeking refuge.Hearing the noise outside, Bowman and Proctor's father left the house and panicked at the attackers.— Give that boy over, you damn Germans!— Come here if you dare, you cowards!— Give up the killer!The attackers, armed with sticks, got out of the trucks, hitting their weapons and shouting threats. Proctor, full of anger, unbuttoned his suit jacket and began to walk towards them.— Kai, no! We already called the police —Bowman yelled, worried, seeing that Proctor was not stopping his advance.Proctor turned around and, arms outstretched, said calmly:—Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God. Since the Lord has not yet appeared, leave it to me.He turned and kept walking towards the attackers, ignoring the Amish's worried looks.—Yes, come on son of a bitch —one of the men yelled.Proctor continued to approach without fear, with cold eyes.— Damn! It's Proctor! —some of the attackers murmured, recognizing the man.One of them, bolder, advanced fiercely.— What are you afraid of? It is only one. Let's crush it.Proctor spat aside with contempt.—They dare to come here to threaten those who know they will not defend themselves. How brave they are.Burton, sitting at the Rolls-Royce, also took off his glasses and put an American fist in his pocket before walking towards the group.—Proctor, you are alone now. I'm going to shove this baseball bat up your ass. I think you will like the feeling —said the man in the cap, taking a few steps forward and throwing the bat in front of Proctor, threatening.Proctor nodded calmly.—I get it. It sure won't be nice.Before the man in the cap could react, Proctor snatched the bat from him and hit him in the stomach with lightning speed.— Ah!The man screamed in pain.Proctor did not stop. He turned the bat and smashed it against the bottom of the man's body with the cap, causing him to collapse to the ground.By the time Proctor lowered the baseball bat, the Aborigines ahead immediately held his legs.— Ahhh! —the man in the visor hat howled miserably and rolled on the floor.Proctor did not stop at all. He held the baseball bat with both hands and furiously hit the man. There was a dry sound of bumps for a while, as if hitting a piece of meat mercilessly.The man next door couldn't take it anymore, he suppressed the fear in his heart and tried to hit Proctor with the wooden stick in his hand.At that moment, Burton ran after Proctor, and the steel knuckle he was wearing was found with the wooden stick that whistled toward Proctor. Burton deflected the attack, bowed his head, and smiled slightly before throwing a punch at the attacker's face.The blow was direct, and the sharp knuckle tore the corner from the man's mouth. The skin and meat flew in all directions, as more than a dozen teeth scattered through the air accompanied by a stream of blood.Seeing the man pass out on the floor, Burton, bored, took off his steel knuckle and looked around.—Don't get excited, stay calm.— They are crazy! They are both crazy!The remaining dozen Aborigines receded as they saw the scene in front of them. They waved their sticks nervously, not daring to get closer.Proctor, holding the baseball bat in one hand, glanced around him. No one dared to look him in the eye.—If any of you want to call me a damn German redneck in my face, this is what awaits you.He lowered the baseball bat, tapped his arm, and smiled.—Let me ask you a question, do you know what it feels worse than getting hit in the balls with a baseball bat?—Please don't ... I know I was wrong! —The man in the visor hat waved his hands desperately, his face drenched in sweat as he pleaded for his life.Proctor shook his head.—I feel the need to give you the answer.Suddenly Proctor waved his arm and hit the man again, this time straight between the legs.The man in the visor hat howled with pain. Her face turned red instantly before passing out.With no one else willing to step forward, Proctor finally breathed a sigh of relief. He threw the baseball bat at Burton and quickly headed for the Rolls-Royce.Burton pursed his lips, rocked the bat a few times out of boredom, and then threw it to the ground, seeing that the others did not dare to move.Banshee Town Police Department. The phone started ringingSiobhan replied, nodded for a moment, and then got up.—The Amish called the police. They say that some natives of the reserve went to attack them.Several officers got up from their chairs and grabbed their seat belts.— Where's Sheriff Hood? —Brock asked, looking around.—He is busy with another matter. Let's go, it will be fast —Ethan said, patting Brock on the shoulder before leaving.Several police cars turned on the sirens and quickly headed for the Amish gathering place. Ethan drove with a serious expression, while Brock watched him with concern. They just hoped the Aborigines didn't make too much noise.As he approached the place, a white figure ran out of the forest and fell on the road.Ethan reacted quickly and stepped on the brakes.The tires screeched, leaving a mark of about ten meters. The police cars behind them also stopped abruptly.A Viloria Crown, who was following closely, ran off the road and stopped a few meters from a tree. Brock began to sweat cold.Ethan wiped sweat from his forehead, opened the car door, and hurried out. He was about to scream when he saw Rebecca lying on the floor.Rebecca looked at him in terror. She was barefoot, her Chanel suit soaked in dirty water, and her nose was bleeding.Ethan hurried to help her up.— What happened?Several more people approached, their faces full of confusion when they saw Rebecca's state.Rebecca took a deep breath several times before speaking:—In the woods ... a man dressed in black attacked me.Siobhan ran quickly to hold Rebecca. Ethan and Emmett exchanged a look and pulled out their Glock 17s before heading into the woods in the direction of where Rebecca had run away.The two entered the forest at full speed. The man who had attacked Rebecca was probably Lana's killer, and if they caught him, everything would be settled.They ran through the woods, the bushes hitting their legs. They followed in the footsteps left by Rebecca until they reached a puddle full of mud. The area was messy, as if someone had fought there.Brock pointed to the ground and said:—Look, in addition to Rebecca's footprints, there are others that seem to be going the other way.Both traces showed that Rebecca had been persecuted, and the other must be from the man who had fled.Unfortunately, the recent rain had left the ground covered in mud, making it difficult to track.Suddenly, a shot rang out in the distance.— Damn! —Ethan yelled, stopping before running in the direction of the shot.When they arrived, they saw Emmett wounded, leaning against a tree.— Don't shoot! I am Ethan.—Get out of there —Emmett replied, voice off.Ethan approached quickly and saw Emmett bleeding from the eyebrow.— In which direction? —Ethan asked.Emmett pointed forward. Ethan followed the drops of blood on the floor, but soon the tracks disappeared completely.He looked at the forest, but saw nothing, only the tall bushes.With Emmett injured, Ethan had no choice but to return.— What happened? —Ethan asked while checking the wound.—A man dressed in black jumped out of a bush and attacked me. I shot him, probably in the leg, but he escaped by reeling.After exchanging a few words, the two decided to leave the forest by the same path they had come.